Dylan’s POV That night, I sat by myself on the porch, looking at the sky as shadows slowly took in the light. Only the far-off shine of street lights stayed, while my head was full of ideas about Carissa. Her final words still rang in my ears—her worries, her fears about our past and how she couldn't fully look to the future without fixing what was behind her. I thought I was grown up enough to deal with all of this easily. But the truth was, my heart wasn’t as tough as I thought. “Idiot,” I muttered, gently tapping my forehead. Carissa wasn’t only a familiar face from my past. She was a change. A woman who, out of the blue, pushed me to reveal, to show the hurts I had kept covered for so long. And now; I wasn't sure if I was bold enough to remain. A light tap on the balcony door took me away from my thoughts. “Dylan,”
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